my
ass,” she bit out as she jerked at the ropes binding her ankles. “Real romantic, Cole.”
She remembered her sense of horror, the shameful excitement when she read the
card. She had dumped flowers and all in the trash, but kept the card. Why, she wasn’t
certain.
He shrugged easily. “Practical,” he told her. “I wanted you prepared. But since you
were unwilling to prepare yourself, then you’ll just have to accept the pain.”
Pain? No. No pain.
“Now look, Cole,” she warned him reasonably. “Father will be really pissed with
you. And you know I’ll tell—”
“I asked your father’s permission first, Tess,” he told her softly, his expression
patient now. “Why do you think your mother finally left your father? She refused to
accept who he was and what he needed. I will not make that mistake with you. You will
know, and you will accept to your soul, your needs as well as my own. You won’t run
from me. Your father understands this, and he’s giving me the time I need to help you
understand.”
Tess stared up at Cole, fury welling inside her as her arms jerked at the ropes that
held her. Damn him, they weren’t tight, but there wasn’t a chance she could smack that
damned superior expression off his face.
“You’re lying to me,” she accused him. “Father would never let you hurt me.”
“Ask him in the morning.” He shrugged lazily. “You’ll be free by then.”
A sense of impotency filled her. Damn him, he thought he had all the damned
answers and all the damned plans. She wasn’t a toy for him to play with, and she
would show him that.
“I’ll have you arrested,” she promised him. “I swear, if it’s the last thing I do I’ll
have you locked up.”
He was quiet for long moments, his eyes glittering with lust, with cool knowledge.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. And I think come morning, perhaps you will have
changed your mind.”
Tess breathed in hard, watching him with a sense of fear, and hating the arousal
that it brought her.
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Surrender
27
“What are you talking about?” she bit out.
His hand ceased the lazy stroking of his cock, then moved to her stomach. Her
muscles clenched involuntarily at the heat and calloused roughness of his flesh.
“Tonight, I’ll give you a taste of what’s coming,” he promised her. “You’ll learn,
Tess, who your master is, slowly. A step at a time. Nothing too hard, baby, I promise.”
Tess shivered. He didn’t sound cruel, but he was determined. His voice was soft,
immeasurably gentle, but filled with purpose. He would have her now, and he would
have her on his terms.
“This isn’t what I want, Cole,” she said, fighting for breath, for a sense of control.
His hand moved lazily from her stomach, his eyes tracking each move, his fingers
trailing between her thighs until one ran through the thick, slick cream that proved her
words false. She trembled, biting back a moan of pleasure as the thick length of his
finger dipped into her vagina.
“Isn’t it?” he whispered. “I think you’re lying, Tess. You shouldn’t lie to me, baby.”
Before Tess knew what was coming, his hand moved, then the flat of his palm
delivered a stinging blow to the bare flesh of her cunt.
Tess jerked at the heat. “You son of a bitch,” she screamed, jerking against her
bond, ignoring the lash of pleasure that made her clit swell further. “I’ll kick your ass
when I get out of here.”
Cole grinned, then moved from her side to position himself between her spread
thighs.
“Let me go, you bastard!” she bit out, fighting to ignore the shameful pleasure and
anticipation rising inside her.
“Naughty Tess,” he whispered, his hand smoothing over her cunt, sliding over the
moisture that lay thick and heavy on her pussy lips. “You’re tight, Tess. How long has it
been since you had a lover?”
“Kiss my ass!” she cried out, then jerked in surprise as his palm landed on